Saturday, December 1, 2012

Fog.

Today was fog. It came in on little cat feet. It crawled into my mind like you. You crawled in on June 15th 1962 when I saw you dancing on the deck. You've beeen there ever since. With all the other stuff. With the fishing, and the sunsets, and the politics, and the family, friends, grandsons, and the pain, and the pleasue, and the fun. But everything else is transitory. I don't care if they are there or not, they can come and go. It is of little interest. As long as you stay inside my mind, inside my head, by my side. with me.